| I’m notorious for being bad at taking hints
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| Is it time to call it quits?
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| Who knows?
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| Who knows?
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| It’s harmonious, the way you and I got along
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| Or so I thought, all I did was prolong
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| The show, you know
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| But I’ll continue to write a twangy song about you
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| All I had were good intentions, I never wanted to doubt you
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| Is there something wrong with my guts, or my lack thereof?
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| You can take my kind words and respectfully shove them straight down your throat
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| I hope that you choke on the love you thought you’d given somebody else
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| I’m far more deserving than he’ll ever be, but why’ve you got a cold shoulder,
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| it’s turned towards me
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| You’re like an icebox in December
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| On a cold night, but whatever
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| Why don’t you tell me goodnight or good morning or something?
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| You know damn well it’s better than nothing at all
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| Are all my flowers worth the fall?
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| It’s mysterious, the way you played your little games
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| You never seem to act the same
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| From one day to the next
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| Am I hearing this correctly?
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| Am I delirious?
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| From day one I’ve been fearing this
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| That even though I gave my best
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| Well, maybe perfect wasn’t good enough for royalty
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| Maybe convenience means more than patience and loyalty
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| Is there something wrong with my guts, or my lack thereof?
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| You can take my kind words and respectfully shove them straight down your throat
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| I hope that you choke on the love you thought you’d given somebody else
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| I’m far more deserving than he’ll ever be, but why’ve you got a cold shoulder,
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| it’s turned towards me
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| You’re like an icebox in December
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| On a cold night, but whatever
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| Why don’t you tell me goodnight or good morning or something?
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| You know damn well it’s better than nothing at all
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| Are all my flowers worth the fall?
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| I broke all ten fingers to treat you like a queen
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| And it was obvious you were torn in-between
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| What you know
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| (What you know)
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| What you have
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| (What you have)
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| Where you’ve been
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| (Where you’ve been)
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| What you’ve seen
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| (And what you have seen)
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| And what we had, what it could’ve been
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| Because baby, the grass is so green here on my side
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| Over here on my side
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| Is there something wrong with my guts, or my lack thereof?
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| You can take my kind words and respectfully shove them straight down your throat
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| I hope that you choke on the love you thought you’d given somebody else
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| I’m far more deserving than he’ll ever be, but why’ve you got a cold shoulder,
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| it’s turned towards me
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| You’re like an icebox in December
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| On a cold night, but whatever
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| Why don’t you tell me goodnight or good morning or something?
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| You know damn well it’s better than nothing at all
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| Are all my flowers worth the fall?
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| Are all the bruises worth the fall?
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| (I broke all ten fingers to treat you like a queen)
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| Are all the bruises worth the fall? |